Kishwar Naheed

The Grass Is Really Like Me - Poem by Kishwar Naheed

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The grass is also like meit has to unfurl underfoot to fulfil itselfbut what does its wetness manifest:a scorching sense of shameor the heat of emotion?

The grass is also like meAs soon as it can raise its headthe lawnmowerobsessed with flattening it into velvet,mows it down again.How you strive and endeavourto level woman down too!But neither the earth's nor woman'sdesire to manifest life dies.Take my advice: the idea of making a footpath was a good one.

Those who cannot bear the scorching defeat of their courageare grafted on to the earth.That`s how they make way for the mightybut they are merely straw not grass-the grass is really like me.